J o u r n a l
We Burn Memories
“We all have our time machines. Some take us back, they're called memories. Some take us forward, they're called dreams.”
1. the state, quality, or an instance of being simple.
2. freedom from complexity, intricacy, or division into parts.
1.existing in the mind; belonging to the thinking subject rather than to the object of thought (opposed to objective).
2.pertaining to or characteristic of an individual; personal; individual: a subjective evaluation.
The smell during rain, the sun that comes after.
The way that a song can rebuild your disaster.
Silver, not gold.
Still-waking sleep that is not what it is,
this love feel I, that feel no love in this.
Body Language(in?)Human Behavior.
Not airports, long live air plaaanes.
The things she does that drive you insane.
Cold winter mornings, toasty warm in bed.
Blue sky.The color red.
Colorblindness can be such a b***h.
Just so you know, M is for Moose.
Trees and leaves with grass in between.
Those books with different sized, uneven pages.
Ouch for an itch.
Orange orange orange juice is yellow and deliciously addicting.
Wine. Line. Vine. Sign. Sunshine.
Thyme, not Time
Youth . Innocence
1.not influenced by personal feelings, interpretations, or prejudice; based on facts; unbiased: an objective opinion.
2.intent upon or dealing with things external to the mind rather than with thoughts or feelings, as a person or a book.
1.the state or quality of being complex; intricacy.